This post is dedicated toΒ Anoop, and is loosely based on my interpretation of a story that he wrote to me, as a reply to the letters I wrote to my favorite bloggers!

Siblings form an important part of one’s life, they are technically your first friend, confidante, agony aunt, memory makers and lifeline, spending time with them is like taking a sprint through your childhood which are a collection of fights, over books, calling the dibs on who reads the reader’s digest first, for the last piece of pizza or an extra spoon of maggi, though they are punctuated with moments of selfless love! πŸ˜€

Strangely while writing this, it reminded me ofΒ one of Anawnimiss’s posts…,


For all those out there reading this, it doesn’t take much to tell your heartbeats that you love them, so just drop a text or give them a call and talk about the madness and the stunts that you pulled off together and you will find a loony wide grin playΒ on your face πŸ˜€ and if you can, just give them a hug, it never takes much to make someone feel loved! ❀



43 thoughts on “Siblings

      • I would go with tired and cheese satiated! πŸ˜€

        Went for a long walk, close to 5 kms in the morning, then watched a movie and then caught up with a friend over cheese burst pizza and chocolate cake! πŸ˜€

      • Haha πŸ˜€
        Went for a movie alone and found a guy from the army seated next to me and he was alone too, so had an amazingly insightful conversation about life in the army and combat tips that civilians can use in their daily lives! πŸ™‚

      • So the movie’s plot was basically about a road trip gone wrong when a couple interfered and tried to stop an honor killing and how the family of the ones killed hunt the couple down… basically he spoke about how if and when we would find ourselves in the situation, it would be best to not run, to search for a hideout and stay put amidst the tall bushes (as shown in the movie) and if injured with stab wounds to not cover it and leave it open, so hat the pus comes out and in the absence of water, surprisingly urine comes to use. Never to hide in caves and under railway crossings because those are the places that people would search for once you are injured, its better to be in the open and to camouflage yourself in the earth. To keep a sharp stone in your palm and keep self inflicting pain so that you don’t doze off incase you are grievously injured.

        Further the guns used were small pistol ones which apparently have a good aim till upto 50 metres, so if you can manage to run beyond that distance, the person’s aim will definitely not be perfect and chances of the bullet hitting you are weak.

        Never try to tire yourself if you are in that situation at night and to commence the run in the morning. Safer places to hide would be atop trees, never try and negotiate or talk tough with the ones hunting you down, listen to them at all times and as soona s they develop slight trust that you are incapable of escape, make your move and don’t try to attack the killers, it makes matters worse.

        Carry a bunch of little stones and sand while hiding so that it can be used to throw in the eyes of your attackers if they come close.

        Long shoots of bamboo are very tough and can be used as sticks in the absence of a weapon..

      • And in a very long time did I meet a man who was nothing short of awe inspiring, he just got promoted to a lieutenant and is the 3rd generation in his family to have served the indian army, with his grandfather, father and brothers in the airforce and navy too!

  1. Loved it, siblings (and indeed all our family) are really dear to us and it’s very important to tell them so from time to time. Especially when we are prone to neglect such things πŸ™‚

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